"Ning'an, you really look down on others. If you don't take your elders seriously, it's no wonder that Shao Yan would divorce you!" Song Lin slapped the table suddenly and put on the posture of an elder, with a gloomy face, "You are greedy for money, selfish, and arrogant. It was a big mistake for Shao Yan to marry you back then! If it weren't for you, Shao Yan wouldn't die of Africa at a young age and become a heavy pain in the Song family's heart! Now you are hooking up with your brother-in-law again, don't think that the Song family doesn't know about this!"

Every sentence is full of rebuke and loud.

For a moment, Ning An even thought that he was really an unforgivable sinner.

The sky outside is gloomy, and the Song house in winter is particularly deserted.

The heating in the living room had long been cut off and it was very cold.

When I didn't speak, the air fell into silence, and I could hear the "swish" sound of the north wind blowing the branches outside.

Ning An sneered: "I never knew that my aunt was also a person who was distorted by black and white. I called you "Auntie" for respect. Where are you my aunt?"

"Come in!" Song Lin suddenly shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, several tall and big men rushed in at the door.

"Turn this woman out for me! The Song family's house is the Song family's house, and she does not have the right to deal with it!"

As soon as the order was given, several men grabbed Ning An and dragged her outside.

"Let me go, Song Lin, are you worthy of Mr. Song's spirit in heaven?" Ning An struggled, his face looking ugly.

"Pull it out!"

"Madam! Madam!" The old housekeeper chased out!

But a woman and an old man could not defeat several stubborn men, and Ning An and Butler Zhou were driven out!

"Ah!" Ning An staggered, failed to stand firm, and fell to the ground!

"Madam! Mrs. Song, how about it? Did you fall wherever you fell?" The old butler helped Ning An up.

Her palms were rubbed and her hair was scattered. Because there was still water on the ground, her clothes and bag were stained and covered with mud.

Ning An gritted his teeth and stood up, looking at the gate of the Song house with beautiful but cold eyes.

The door was closed by those men until she could no longer see the scene inside.

"I'm fine." Ning An calm face, "Old Song didn't leave Song's house to Song Lin. There must be his reason, so I won't let Song's house easily."

"Madam, why don't you forget it... This Song Lin is not easy to bully. She has a company and a lawyer team in Beijing, and you can't beat her. She obviously wants all the property of Mr. Song, but Young Master Song doesn't fight for these things, otherwise it won't fall into Song Lin's hands."

"I know it in my heart."

After saying that, Ning An looked at the huge Song House coldly and turned around and left.

The weather in the capital has been cloudy for several days. It is a rainy winter and the north wind is particularly bitter.

At night, it will rain heavily in the sky, which will continue to add to countless chills.

It was past seven o'clock in the evening.

The heavy rain poured down from the sky, and white water droplets splashed out tiny particles on the ground, like transparent pearls, and countless numbers.

The taxi is not driving fast.

Ning An sat in the back row, with her newly printed Song House property certificate and information certificate.

The rainwater gathers along the glass windows into a stream, and through the windows, it is impossible to see the scene outside.

The car turned into a sparsely populated road, and the sound of rain in my ears became particularly clear.

Ning An's fingers trembled slightly and he was restless.
Chapter completed!